How quietly she sleeps tonight
Though she is surrounded by
the crashing and tumbling of waves,
The ones that churn in my head,
Tossing me relentlessly in my bed
Beacon of our land and seas,
How many secrets do you keep?
Men have fought and died for your love,
Others fallen in reaching your peak.
Many have dined at your table
And foolishly drunk from the vines.
How do you keep your composure
When lusty winds and storms assail you?
As I sit on this rock and ponder,
I’m filled with admiration and wonder,
Eager to learn from you
How you could your magic impart.
Now my eyes feel heavy and weary
After staring at your steep incline.
I envy your timeless and versatile beauty,
Whether in misty gown or smoky grey coat.
And when the sun lights up your smile
I catch my breath for a little while.
May I lay my head upon your breast
Lend me your soft pillow to take my rest.